Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
AZ,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.